Excelle

Almost all of my friends established a very strong attachment to either their mother, or their father during childhood. Which parent did you get to know better - and has that affected you through adulthood?

I was definitely a daddy's girl, and remained one until he died. But I learned to admire my mother and her strength over the years. Daddy was more flawed than mother, but we were sympatico. I was fortunate in that I had two loving parents, each with their own place in my heart; but I have to admit that daddy was the one I went to for comfort.

 MAMA!!!  All the way!  I never liked my father.  Not even in the womb.  Everyone tells me that I never moved while in the womb unless my father touched my moms stomach and then it was only to kick his hand where ever he touched her.  It has been suggested that I'm so close to my mother (more protective really) because he was so mean to her while she was pregnant with me.  He also talks about how much he didn't want to have me and was upset when my mom decided not to go through with the abortion.  I guess babies do pick up on these things.

Being a mama's girl and not caring for my father brought about a lot of independence.  I don't ever want to rely on a man to take care of anything. My mom was and still is a girly girl who doesn't know how to fix things or take car of herself (she was a rich spoiled child). As a result I would usually do a lot of the handy work around the house (call landlord with problems, take out the trash, assemble new furniture).  I also feel that this made me a tom boy when I was younger.  I'm still kind of a tom boy but no where near as much as I was then.  

NormaL says ...

I was definitely a daddy's girl, and remained one until he died. But I learned to admire my mother and her strength over the years. Daddy was more flawed than mother, but we were sympatico. I was fortunate in that I had two loving parents, each with their own place in my heart; but I have to admit that daddy was the one I went to for comfort.

I fall into the spectrum as well.  My father loved me so much that he drove me to work on the day that he died.  Granted, he knew he was sick but we didn't.  After my daddy died, I learned to admire my mother and her strength.   I'm so glad I got to know the person my mother was because I am so much like her.  She, too, has gone on to Glory and I am forever thankful that I had the parents I did.

I was and am a daddy's girl. I have a great relationship with both my parents, talk to them every other day but am still a dadd's girl